When the music's over, turn of the light

It's been quite a distant moment since I have forgotten this blog. However, things change in life.
Now it's time to say something new, perhaps.
One of the very important storylines in my life is over.
I have learned a lot, but the pain is really distracting me from the things I love so much.
Pain.
The anatomy of pain.
First you cannot believe this happens to you. Then you start believing but at the same time you want to keep an emotional distance from the events happening.
Subsequently, you're consciously trying to recover and return to your usual path but the memories are killing you.
So... Not easy.
What do I do?
I listen to the music.
Read a lot until my eyelids become heavy like a ... coffin.
I remember the nice moments in my life BEFORE that.
THE THAT THING is pretty commonplace. I have let you go. Nothing too much to add.
If you ask the Google for hits on the topic, you'll find loads of them. I am not alone.
I remember Woody Allen. "Anie Hall". Ladi-da. Ladi-da.
And I probably need to thank you.
Because you made me move forward.
So, I am on the road again.

January 15, 2013

Happy to be alive.
The sun was hidden behind the clouds. I was struggling with my sore throat, but inside there was a feeling that all this had some meaning.
So I left this state for further fermentation. Now it is maturing.
Cheers, it's my birthday today :)

Kena village, September 12, 2011

After having visited the place where I lived when I was five, the feeling returned to me that I was quite a "normal" kid, until something strange happened. I was happy in the kindergarten because I had a chance to play various roles in kids' shows. One of my best ones was the Fox.

I developped then some kind of "stage" disease: started willing to be an actress. I was successful back then.

Funny enough -- 45 years passed.

I look at everything here, and see no change.

I am the same.

Weird, I swear.

Trying to get into the blog :)

Long time, no see...

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